A collection that lingers in the space between fragility and endurance. Each figure holds her own tension. Composed, delicate, and yet marked by something that does not leave.
An arrow rests where it should end, but doesn’t. A crown sits lightly, disguising what is carefully controlled. Beneath the surface, something small and lifeless is held in still water, suspended in a moment that refuses to resolve.
There is no spectacle here, only restraint. Softness is not presented as innocence, but as something deadly. Despite, because of, or in defiance of what surrounds it.
Printed on premium cardstock or velvet paper, the surface offers a smooth, matte finish that grounds the work, allowing each detail to remain quiet and intentional.
Not untouched.
Still here.
Blank ornate design on the back; plenty of room to write a personal curse to your favorite human sacrifice.
printed in house with my dead hands
A collection that lingers in the space between fragility and endurance. Each figure holds her own tension. Composed, delicate, and yet marked by something that does not leave.
An arrow rests where it should end, but doesn’t. A crown sits lightly, disguising what is carefully controlled. Beneath the surface, something small and lifeless is held in still water, suspended in a moment that refuses to resolve.
There is no spectacle here, only restraint. Softness is not presented as innocence, but as something deadly. Despite, because of, or in defiance of what surrounds it.
Printed on premium cardstock or velvet paper, the surface offers a smooth, matte finish that grounds the work, allowing each detail to remain quiet and intentional.
Not untouched.
Still here.
Blank ornate design on the back; plenty of room to write a personal curse to your favorite human sacrifice.
printed in house with my dead hands
